Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!

Instructor Varien stood before the massive crystalline structure of the G-Hall, his expression carrying the kind of serious weight that made even the most confident students pay attention.

The morning sunlight caught the building's jewel-like surfaces and created dancing patterns of light that seemed almost alive, moving and shifting across the walls in ways that definitely weren't natural.

The whole building looked like someone had taken the biggest diamond in the world and carved it into the shape of an educational facility, complete with entrances that glowed with soft blue light and windows that seemed to look into infinity rather than simple rooms.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Instructor Varien began, his voice carrying easily across the group despite not seeming to raise it at all.

"Welcome to what many consider the most important educational facility at the Ambassadors Academy. The G-Hall, or as it's more formally known, the Growth and Challenge Simulation Center, represents the cutting edge of magical and technological advancement in educational methodology."

Several students shifted nervously at his words, and Creed could guess why. There was something about the way Varien spoke that suggested this wasn't going to be a normal classroom experience with books and lectures and note-taking.

The instructor's tone carried the kind of weight that people used when they were about to announce something that would change your life forever, whether you wanted it to or not.

"Now, I'm sure many of you are wondering why your fellow students reacted with such obvious concern when I mentioned our destination," Varien continued, gesturing toward the crystalline building with one hand while keeping his piercing gaze fixed on the group.

"The answer is quite simple. The G-Hall doesn't just teach you about survival, strategy, and personal limits through theory and discussion.

It teaches you by placing you directly into situations where you must apply these skills under conditions that are as close to reality as our magical and technological advancement can achieve."

Nicholas, Creed noticed, had gone very still at these words, his usual confident posture replaced by something that looked more like a predator trying to assess the level of danger in his environment.

Even Emerald, who had seemed completely unaffected by their destination, was now paying very close attention to every word their instructor spoke.

"Today, you will be participating in what we call the Planetary Survival Assessment," Varien announced, and the reaction from the students was immediate and dramatic.

Several of them actually stepped backward, their faces going pale with what was clearly recognition and fear.

Others began whispering urgently to each other, creating a buzz of nervous energy that filled the air like the sound of angry bees.

"The process is quite straightforward," Varien continued, apparently unbothered by the obvious anxiety his announcement had caused.

"You will be placed in advanced Virtual Reality pods that will transport your consciousness to a perfect replica of Kepler-442c, a planet in a neighboring solar system that has been thoroughly mapped and studied by our exploration teams.

"This replica is so accurate that your mind will be unable to distinguish it from actual reality. Every sensation, every environmental factor, every potential danger has been perfectly recreated to provide you with the most authentic survival experience possible."

Creed felt a surge of excitement rush through him at these words, completely different from the fear and nervousness that seemed to be affecting most of his classmates.

He had never experienced anything like a Virtual Reality pod before, and the idea of being transported to an entirely different planet, even if it was just a simulation, sounded absolutely fascinating.

The strategic part of his mind was already working, trying to imagine what kind of challenges and opportunities such an environment might present.

"Your objective is simple in concept but challenging in execution," Varien explained, beginning to pace back and forth in front of the group with the kind of measured movement that suggested he had given this exact speech many times before.

"You will have exactly seven hours to survive in this alien environment. If you can manage to navigate back to the designated base camp within that time frame, you will receive additional points that will contribute to your overall assessment score.

"However, survival itself is the primary objective. The environment you will encounter is hostile, dangerous, and completely unforgiving of mistakes or poor judgment."

The instructor paused in his pacing to look directly at each student in turn, his gaze lingering long enough to make everyone uncomfortable.

"I want to be absolutely clear about what you are about to experience. While your physical bodies will remain safely within the VR pods here in the G-Hall, your minds will experience everything as completely real.

"Pain will feel like actual pain. Exhaustion will be genuine exhaustion. Fear will be real fear. If you die in the simulation, you will experience the full sensation of death, though of course your actual body will remain unharmed."

Several students made small sounds of distress at this explanation, and Creed could understand why.

The idea of experiencing actual death, even knowing it wasn't real, was definitely intimidating. But at the same time, he found himself even more curious about the whole process.

How advanced was this technology? How could they make something feel completely real when it wasn't actually happening?

"This assessment will be repeated in exactly one month," Varien continued, "and your progress between the two attempts will be carefully monitored and evaluated.

"We expect to see significant improvement in your survival skills, strategic thinking, and ability to function under extreme pressure.

"Those who show the most dramatic improvement will receive recognition and additional opportunities for advanced training. While those who don't would be demoted to the Basic class."

The instructor gestured toward the G-Hall's main entrance, where Creed could now see several academy staff members in white robes waiting for them.

"The VR pods are state-of-the-art magical technology, created through a combination of advanced enchantment and cutting-edge technological innovation.

"Each pod will perform a complete scan of your magical abilities, personality traits, strategic thinking patterns, and survival instincts before beginning the simulation.

"This allows the system to create a perfectly customized experience that will consider your specific strengths and weaknesses."

"Now, I understand that some of you may be feeling nervous about this experience," Varien said, his tone becoming slightly more gentle and understanding.

"This is completely normal and expected. However, I want you to remember that thousands of students have completed this assessment successfully over the years.

"The academy would never put you in actual danger, and every safety precaution has been taken to ensure that while the experience will be challenging and realistic, you will emerge physically unharmed regardless of what happens in the simulation."

Creed looked around at his fellow students and could see a wide range of reactions to Varien's explanation.

Some looked terrified, others appeared grimly determined, and a few seemed as excited as he felt.

Nicholas had recovered his composure and now looked thoughtfully interested, probably already planning strategies for whatever challenges they might face.

Emerald continued to appear completely calm, as if the idea of being transported to a hostile alien planet for seven hours was just another normal part of her day.

"Before we begin," Varien announced, "does anyone have any questions about the process or the assessment itself?"

A student named Marcus (obviously not the Marcus from Nicholas's plan, but a different boy with bright red hair and freckles) raised his hand tentatively.

"Instructor Varien, you mentioned that everything will feel completely real. Does that mean if we get injured in the simulation, we'll actually feel pain?"

"Yes," Varien replied without hesitation, staring at the stupid kid with a patient gaze. "The pods are designed to replicate every aspect of physical sensation.

"If you cut yourself, you will feel the pain of being cut. If you become hungry or thirsty, you will experience actual hunger and thirst. This complete sensory replication is what makes the training so effective.

"Your mind learns to respond to genuine survival pressure, not artificial scenarios that feel fake or safe."

Another student, a girl with long black hair, asked nervously, "What if we panic and want to stop the simulation early? Is there a way to exit before the seven hours are up?"

Varien's expression became more serious at this question. "Once the simulation begins, it cannot be stopped early except in cases of genuine medical emergency affecting your physical body.

"This is intentional. Real survival situations don't offer the option to quit when things become difficult or frightening. Part of what you're learning is how to push through fear, panic, and discomfort to achieve your objectives."

The students exchanged worried glances at this answer, and Creed could understand their concern.

Seven hours was a long time to be trapped in a potentially terrifying situation with no way out.

But at the same time, he found himself appreciating the logic behind the rule.

If you could quit whenever things got scary, you wouldn't really learn how to handle genuine pressure and fear.

"Any other questions?" Varien asked, looking around the group with raised eyebrows.

When no one else spoke up, he nodded with satisfaction. "Excellent. Then let's proceed inside and begin the process."

The interior of the G-Hall was even more impressive than its crystalline exterior had suggested.

The main chamber was enormous, with a ceiling that seemed to stretch up into infinity and walls that glowed with soft, shifting patterns of light.

Along the walls were dozens of sleek, pod-shaped devices that looked like something from the most advanced technological civilization imaginable.

Each pod was about the size of a small room, with a smooth, curved exterior that seemed to be made from the same crystalline material as the building itself.

The academy staff members in white robes moved among the pods, checking various magical displays and making adjustments to controls that looked incredibly complex and sophisticated.

Everything about the setup suggested technology so advanced that it seemed almost like magic, or maybe magic so advanced that it seemed like technology.

"Each of you will be assigned to an individual pod," Varien explained as they walked deeper into the chamber.

"The staff will help you understand the basic controls and procedures, but the process is largely automated once it begins.

The pod will scan you thoroughly, customize your simulation experience, and then initiate the consciousness transfer that will transport your mind to the replica planet. I wish you good luck."